Sometimes words alone aren’t enough to move me, it’s the actions behind them that really matter.
But words still have their place. Good conversation, honesty, trust, and connection I miss that.
I guess I like the way they look at me…
How their eyes linger on my hips..
my smile, the way I dance, the way I sing.
I feel it..alot
the attention,
the cheeky smiles,
the quiet shyness,
how they hesitate,
like I’m something just out of reach.
And I won’t lie
I like it.
But it’s never quite enough.
Because I don’t want wandering eyes
or almost words left unspoken.
I want the man who looks at me
like he understands something deeper..
not just how I move,
but why I move the way I do.
The one who doesn’t just admire,
but knows.
Who isn’t afraid to step closer,
to speak,
to stay.
My book man. My dream man.
And when he finds me
there won’t be any competition.
Because the way he sees me
will make all the others disappear.
The art on my body after you've been here.
Now im truly yours.
Gently, beautifully, yours.
Trusting myself, devoting myself.
Marked by you.
Only a dream.
But make it more.
Needing is truth spoken softly, grounded in trust and self.
Needy is fear reaching outward, asking to be filled.
A wish do not come if it's locked, but if i had the key the Wish might open up.
And needy then becomes needing more in it self.
Chaos.. The kind i chose, the one i finally learned to dance inside of.
And oddly enough thats where my beauty began to grow.
At some point i stopped needing the world to be beautiful in order to see beauty in it.
I stopped chasing "my" perfect and made myself feel free.
free of worry.
free of guilt.
I surrendered to the chaos not out of weakness, but to find peace within it.
Beacause letting go was never the end of me but instead where i began
I thought books and pages was the way it should all be, like black and white and only in my head.
I was completely wrong, this is a whole new world, and i already feel addicted.